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"The air in here smells like piss and beerThe sweet cycle of life", |
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Georgie E would say. |
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Thirteen grandchildren gathered around |
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Looking down into the ground."A slow descent into darkness,I deserve no less", |
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His last words carried like an offering |
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Upon his dying breath. |
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The sweet, sweet cycle of you and |
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I.The sweet, sweet memories of you and me |
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And the way we used to be. |
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I live, like in a dream, among the ruins, |
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Of what has been. |
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The slow descent into madness, |
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The churning swell of love and chaos |
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What was once at hand was now |
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Forbade to touch. |
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The sweet, sweet cycle of you and |
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I.The sweet, sweet memories of you and me |
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And the way we used to be. |
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Annie won't you sit and have another drink with me? |
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I'll keep them waiting while you sip your tea. |
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Annie won't you sit and list them one more time, |
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The reasons why |
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I failed to to keep you mine? |
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Regret is for your those with choices, |
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Those will voices, |
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Those with reasons to stick around. |
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So cast me deep into those black depths |
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With the reassurance that |
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Death gets |
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The sons-of-bitches too.(and they won't be coming back for you) |
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The sweet, sweet cycle of you and |
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I.The sweet, sweet cycle of you and me. |
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The sweet, sweet cycle of you and |
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I.The sweet, sweet memories of you and me |
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And the way we used to be |
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When we were free, |
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How I long to be. |
